what to call this

i’m a bit tipsy now.

i had a lot of sangria at cha cha cha’s then some of my own grey goose and whatever else was laying around at my friend’s place.

i saw harold and kumar and it was AWESOME. fantastic. eerie at the same time too.

unfortunately, i saw one of my good friends get mad at his brother and things got weird. i never see this friend get mad. ever.

it was because of something i said. and then things got ugly.

and then i thought about my own brother and how i’ve gotten mad at him. how frustrated i’ve been. i’ve tried to help but then things don’t work out. people get angry and then no one’s happy. try to lend a hand and you just get slapped.

i feel bad. i didn’t want to cause some ruckus. i also feel bad because i thought about my brother and how things are going with him. same stuff as my friend. selfishness. temper tantrums. lack of compromises. frustrated parents. not knowing what to do.

i don’t know what to do. i feel helpless.

but i’d like to wake up in the morning and call my brother and talk to him. because i don’t do that enough. he’s a good man. he has flaws but who doesn’t?

wake me up in the morning.


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